This is what you're missing because you don't talk to me on AIM or use your LiveJournal account, fuckers.

dadxer: Fuck being tired suckssauce1977: you shouldn't be having sex with bears until 6 am, dadxersauce1977: better wrap it up by 2dadxer: Haha I wrapped up my bear hunting at around 1dadxer: But insomnia suckssauce1977: it shore doessauce1977: i cleaned up a few livejournal friends i noticed were dead since 2007sauce1977: you're lucky i didn't bahleet you dadxerdadxer: Was I dead since 2007?sauce1977: l-u-c-k-ysauce1977: no, lolsauce1977: i was tempted to defriend u to see if you'd noticedadxer: I probably wouldn't have noticedsauce1977: i kno, but ellie noticedsauce1977: i nudgded her todaysauce1977: dadxer: ellie?sauce1977: yeah she's that giants fan that was always around nflfansdadxer: Sounds familiardadxer: Hahadadxer: I never use LJ anymoredadxer: Except for NFLfanssauce1977: but do you use anything elsesauce1977: because i'd never use faceAIDS or twatterdadxer: I do use faceAIDSdadxer: But not that much eithersauce1977: i couldn't be bothered to read 1 sentencesauce1977: i'd also end up habitually telling people "you're boring" on their pagessauce1977: and getting suspended and ip banneddadxer: lololsauce1977: i want to read painful paragraphs about their shitty boring days, not one sentencesauce1977: if they don't feel important enough to do that, then 1 sentence won't matter, eithersauce1977: they might as well kill themselves, since the world won't ever read their faceAIDS page when they diesauce1977: unless they died weirdlysauce1977: like got fucked to death by a horsesauce1977: or set themselves on fire becauuse they couldn't have a cookiedadxer: Hahasauce1977: i know that i read my friends page religiouslysauce1977: every day, for 6 yearssauce1977: practically every daysauce1977: it''s more read than a newspapersauce1977: i demand personal stories of pants being shat, people being bullshitted, shit being thrown, ass being satdadxer: Hahadadxer: I never have anything to post about anything thoughdadxer: And anything that usually needs to be said I'll just tell you straight updadxer: Likedadxer: LJ updatesauce1977: yeah i mean good shit i'd copy to the lj pagesauce1977: aim's diffferent, nobody wants to read dialog (or do they?)dadxer: Fuck thatdadxer: I'm all about dialogsauce1977: so if i copied this aim thingy and pasted it to my lj pagesauce1977: would that count as some sort of bullshit updatedadxer: Yesdadxer: You're bullshitsauce1977: you're bullshit!sauce1977: we're the biggest bullshitters we knowsauce1977: and, print

The art of a diary is not dead.

I will now link you one of my favorite rambling passages. Here. It was done by Sean Landers, a person who appeared at the back of Spin Magazine, often with a screed accompanied with some sort of painting that framed the message. That Sean Landers blip remains words to live by, musicians. Get to it. And you bloggers, get blogging. I like to read about things. Don't tell me you're not special. I know we're not special.

Fuck Twatter and FaceAIDS. If you're not important enough to write an entry about you taking a shit or getting shortchanged by the 7-11 cashier, not even a YouTube thingy or a nice lil' picture, then, hey, nobody cares about your status update, your vanity page, or your 1 sentence nonsense, either.

My friends list got a little thinner. I hadn't noticed that some people apparently made their last entry over 3 years ago. If you're not there, then it's nothing personal. I have dearest friends irl who are almost non-existent on the internet. Life is weird.

Behind some narrow door in all of your favorite bars, in some AIM conversation, or on LJ, sauce1977 is getting incredible kicks from things you'll never know.

I had a conversation with a guy the other day, he's on xbox live and he's probably in his early 20s. They came out with this thing called "Game Room" where you can buy old 80s games like Pitfall and Asteroids. He said he didn't like any of those games, like they were kids games.

Remember that part in Back to the Future 2 where 1985 Marty walks into the Cafe 80s in the year 2015? Over in the corner there was a video game, I think it was Wild Gunman ... anyway, one of the kids gets upset that he has to use his hands to play the game, and he says the game is like ... a baby's toy.